Little Bali

Had a sleepover at Puyet's place on the night of Thursday. And of course, it hadn't been a real sleep when there were mates around. PlayStation has played a big part to our pleasure. Went out late for supper, good, though. And it was Naqib's last night. Slept at 4, so it was a tiring day with the motormates. Just got back from Cherating. Thought there were Hujan for their 'Mencari Konklusi' Tour, but it happened to be just tonight. No chance of it then. Missing my nice warm bed, even when some people here ain't so lovely.

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare you to a summer's day? You are more lovely and more moderate: Harsh winds disturb the delicate buds of May, and summer doesn't last long enough. Sometimes the sun is too hot, and its golden face is often dimmed by clouds. All beautiful things eventually become less beautiful, either by the experiences of life or by the passing of time. But your eternal beauty won't fade, nor lose any of its quality. And you will never die, as you will live on in my enduring poetry. As long as there are people still alive to read poems this sonnet will live, and you will live in it.

Sick Sister II

I let it out, after keeping it quiet inside. The sick elder sister got mad about our little neighbor who didn't want to let our little sister borrow his badminton racquet. They're just kids. Why must interfere? She then talked madly to let the parents, with me there, know about her disapproval. I was on telly and I raised (whoahaha...), arguing her actions and some sort of defending the little neighbor, and all the people she had condemned and criticized. Yea, she got a bad mouth. Her job needs her to deal with people, and that makes she find a lot of sick ones, and everyone is wrong, for her. So we argued with Mom and Emperor around. And I got really satisfied, seeing her mad of me, now, for complaining about her. She wrote in bulletin board, "I hate my brother." It's definitely a pleasure, sister.
And yeah, the exam has started today.

Strawberry Fields Forever

They say, in high school, girlfriends become enemies, enemies become best friends, and best friends become girlfriends. How thoughtful.

I laugh whenever I feel nervous. I laugh after sneezing. I laugh when tears come streaming down my face. I laugh when people mock me or when they get annoyed with me. Haha.. and so I laugh.

I remember a question from a friend in that MySpace, asking, "What do you want for your 16th birthday present?" She asked that publicly and there were few answers, I don't remember what but, the best gift for me would be an answer of what I'm going to be in future. Of course there's no one can foresee the future. No other than the Knowledgeable God.

The Motormates

Yesterday evening, after that 'P' training session, I followed Momos to the graveyard. He wanted to visit his late grandma. Seeing the tombstones and walking amongst them made me feel scared, not of ghosts or living dead, but of death. But then, with the cool breeze and shady trees, the place somehow tranquilized me. It was really peaceful. There was no other sound else than ours and I kept thinking about my death. Think I should go there sometimes. Alone's better. Okay, so today I've passed the test with Jabatan Pengangkutan dan Jalan, I guess that's what JPJ means. Just have to wait for a few couples of day, and I'll get that troublesome 'P'. Good then. The thing is, my motorcycle that I've been riding on is quite old, slow and shaky, I'm not so good with that. And I'll never ask for a new one from them. That's a real childish thing to do. Never mind. Let the motormates leave me behind. It's good to be alone, and slow, sometimes. And yea, I still can't find any weakness in this confessional blog, sis. Not saying I got none but I'll try to look all over again for it if I have time someday.

Marriage of Figaro (Unreleased)

And so I'm here. In the top of health. Just like usual. I've got 'L' about 2 weeks ago and currently in process to get a 'P'. I'm enjoying my licence. That's why there's a big gap between this post and the last one. You know. And I started to adore Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Ludwig von Beethoven so much after watching 'Beethoven Virus'. Ha ha. Ha. So I've joined an application game, 'Bloodlines' and signed in using that Ludwig name. Bla bla bla. Oh fuck. Frozen mind.

Siaran Tergendala.

Internet at HOME is barely working nowadays. Hope it wouldn't last long, though. So I'm not posting anything, not till Internet, at HOME, is back fine. Pretty damn sure I got lots to post then. Heh. I'm at cyber cafe right now. Oh fuck I hate to pay to do something I love. Never mind.

Salun EksotiKata

Currently on "Stay" from Estrella. A beautiful song indeed. Singing it all day long. Heh.

Sound straight from the twilight
Has me up all night
I can't fall asleep
'Cause I keep thinking of you
And I saw a shadow
Outside my window
And it's you
All my sorrows flew away
Hush.. keep quiet and hear me say
I don't ever want you to stay
Off my way..

Uhuk. Uhuk.

"I find that pencil is a magical instrument. It turns hidden things to be visible. It turns sounds in my mind into words on paper."

A cylindrical wooden stick with graphite inside it. Used to create masterpiece in the form of writings and drawings.

Wrecked Machine.

And yeah, Qilla's back online. Look, I'm not going to hide anything from you. We're back messaging each other, totally as friends. Or more than that. A big sister to a little brother. She's 20, you know that. There's nothing to be uneasy of. Heh. Maybe you're just fine wih that. Maybe I'm the one who takes it too serious. Just don't want you to get it wrong. Okay, enough of this. This is Captain speaking, we're not going down. Loose yourselves from that tight seatbelt. Everyone is totally fine. Our plane's flying great. Tooshh...

The Upside-down Strawberries.

Saturday, 3rd October
For the Parents
Bashir Caesahar came to my place to discuss something about AddMath. We too discussed the points to be used in debate, though I wasn't his teammate. Then we off to MohdCopieserv to copy few pages from AddMath exercise book as what pregnant Yusliza had told us to. Then Caesahar and I went to his place to work for the debate points, again. It was raining at about 10, and when the rain had finally stopped, I got home, sent by him.
The Ugly Truth
I texted Momos early that night, telling him not to come to fetch me to town, as the Emperor and Empress had nagged to me for outing too much. A little scold it was, for I'd gone out from 11 a.m., up till near 7 p.m. early in that day. Then Caesahar came, and I pretended to be studying with him. For about 15 torturing minutes later, I told that good fellow to send me to Momos. Then Momos, Puyette and I off to town to check out on the PC fair. I did go to the stationery shop for the AddMath copy things. Off to Bistro at about 9-thirty. And the rain poured. The phone rang for about 2 or 3 times, sure from the Emperor. The rain stopped, we started getting home. Sent Poc Henge's MP3 that he told us to buy for him and Momos sent me back home inconspicously, not to let the waiting Emperor know that it wasn't Caesahar, who had probably fallen fast asleep back in his home, that was with me that night. Emperor didn't scold me, thankfully. He just said few things and I was safe in my bed. Fewh. I hate long story but I prefer details.

Gran Turismo

Yeah. Life's been great these days. Stayed at Ayoppan's place last night to 'keep his company' while his parents were not home. There were 7 of us, having fun till the dawn broke. Sneaking out to Bistro, playing PlayStation, watching MTV, surfing Internet, mostly on those stuff, yeah, great night. Didn't even sleep at all. And early this morning, Momos and I, without taking bath, off to Monica Bay, as what Bashir Caesahar and the other 'motormates' had planned. Oh I love calling that place with that name instead of its original one. At the beach, they played guitar and sang along songs, vandalized the seaside ground with silly stick-sketched words. I wasn't wearing Sandy's astronaut suit or Patrick's floral-patterned shorts okay. And got back home, tired and sleepless, after a treat at that finger-lickin'-good restaurant. And by the time I write this, I just came home from Dinnie's Diner for dinner, with Momos. We had same orders. We're not gay. Fuck why did I tell that. Life.

Berkejar kuda besi beroda, meredah pekat malam gelap.